Vague Posturing

A “poem” By Bug

Is wasted time wasted?

The countless hours you zone out at work,

Or you burn with mundane clicking.

What was its use?

What do you gain from it?

How will you use it to your advantage?

The father, whose son lost the use of his leg,

Was passed over by the conscripting general.

Only for the war to be lost,

And the village to be protected.

Suppose then,

Now that you ruminate over that “lost” time.

The use is the cultivation of your mind.

If the time was not wasted,

Would you then not regret it?

And therefore not improve?

Good leads to bad,

And right back around.